“To get through the night, I sometimes imagined the sky filled with a canopy of stars. I imagined that each star contained the soul of a girl or boy who had died too young, and the light the stars gave off was their brightness.” DeathStarsSuicideCopingDied Too Young Book:History of a Suicide: My Sister's Unfinished Life Source: History of a Suicide: My Sister's Unfinished Life
“I did not very often consider the reasons my father died. I didn't believe his life was taken to instill some larger meaning in my character, or make me a better person. I preferred to believe that a person might be taken for no reason other than the random winds of chance, the same forces that could create a brilliant sky after a terrible storm.” Grief And LossFiction Literature Author:Jill Bialosky